I'm starving... but I'm torn between finishing this behemouth paper (it's currently going to be over the word count) and actually finding something to eat. I still need more quotes... and a conclusion. And I might have to edit out an entire section because I'm not sure it's relevant but then if I do cut it I'm well below the word count. So grr. I want food. I'd probably think better if I had food. But food is far away, and I need the printers in here when I'm done. Guess I should've been writing in Hutch... but I managed to snag a seat here by the window in the nice comfy chairs, and even though my view is of Max it's still nice. Plus there's all those stairs on the way down... sigh. One more hour. I think I can sort things out by then. I mean, I've been editing since like, a quarter to three. Usually at this point I'm panicking and throwing in a conclusion paragraph after typing continuously for an hour and somehow churning out the last thousand words, then trying to catch the bus. Heck, I went to my Bio review this morning. It's the first time I went to Bio all quarter on a Friday I had a paper due. See? Do you see this? It's called progress.
Oh, and check it out... public entries! Woo!
Oh, and check it out... public entries! Woo!